You want to live. You bow.

You decide that making it out alive in one piece is more important than maintaining dignity. You offer a deep bow and look back up at the queen. She shoots you a disapproving glance and slaps you across the face. You’re shocked, unsure of what you did wrong. “A deep bow you fool!” She belts out, “On your knees!”

You’ve already debased yourself this much, might as well go for broke. You get down on your knees and bow down so that your forehead touches the ring mat. “That’s more like it! I’m beginning to like you.” Velveteen Queen mocks you, “Now kiss my foot.” Your eyes widen at the next command from your queen. Bowing is one thing, but kissing her filthy ring boots? Can you really go through with that?